More Is Not Better By Del Abe Jones

We have been at the War this time Longer than that one in Forty-one With maybe not as many casualties But too many, more than one. The right thing when we started And sent Troops to Afghanistan But then, we got our mess in Iraq And have ended up an, also ran. The Pres says, "Cut and run? No way!" But, isn't that just a little late Seems like we did that years ago After forcing Saddam from Kuwait. We should have gone on to Baghdad When the World was by our side When we were still respected And our Nation was filled with Pride. After the attacks on Pearl Harbor Our People knew where we should be There was no doubt, protecting Freedom Was our Country's utmost priority.

We had an Honorable goal And the Truth (?) was known by all Although we didn't want to go to War The Japanese at Pearl, made that call. Sometimes there is no other choice And no matter how hard we may try We have had to send our young away To fight battles, to get hurt, to die. But, there's times the Politicians And the corporate powers that be In their quest for wealth and power Will gamble with our Great Country. When they have spent all our resources And put us all in hopeless debt With no more to pillage from us They'll try to get more from us, yet. But this time they have gone too far And the World will never be the same In the end there'll be no one to win And no ending, to this deadly game. Another, "Day of Infamy!" ? Well, there surely isn't any doubt But, when we chose to invade Iraq We forgot what that day, was about.

Copyright ©  Del Abe Jones 2006

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